Dawn Of X Novels & Stories

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.

His white garment was already torn into pieces and the glazes on his skin were oozing with blood. Druji slowly turned her eyes to the wretched body of Vivar. He was even unrecognizable due to the terrible cuts on his face. She gripped tightly the rusted bars, dismayed by Vivar’s dreadful situation. “How could you do this to him? I told you he will never tell where the chosen one is even if you kill him.” Druji snarled. Due to her frustration, she didn’t even realize her voice was raised. Dubheasa’s forehead creased as she heard the sudden changes in Druji’s tone. She glared as she walked toward her, gripping tightly on her whip. “Are you trying to defy me because of this soldier?” She growle

Xavier and Saphira soon walked inside Xavier’s office. The office was big enough to hold about ten people. Though, only four people were in the office. Two men and two women. They were the Alphas and the Lunas of their packs. “Saphira, these are the leaders of Dawnsnow pack, Lyra and Orion. Along with the leaders of the Rising Sun Pack, Diana and Dorian,” Xavier said.

The morning had come for Xolvion and the others, giving them an early wake-up call as the sun shone brightly. Xolvion had been the first to wake up, walking out of his tent in just his pants as he raised his arms above his head stretching profoundly. Gwen and Owen soon came out of their tents and greeted Xolvion with a good morning. Gwen had to do a double-take as she saw Xolvion was shirtless, causing her to turn a little red. Owen noticed this and couldn't help laughing at her for getting all embarrassed.

I swim over to Mae and pull her up to the little space that’s left between the ceiling of the room and the mass of water. “What are you doing, Xander?” “Give me your jacket!” I pull it off her and swim over to the source of the voice. It’s Darius. He takes it from me and we swim to the bottom. I see Xaden dive right after us. The second the hole in the ridgeline between the floor and the wall is clogged, the water stops rising. Darius Raken is still distracted. Xaden comes from behind and breaks his neck. The Founder's body drops to the floor as we swim up for air through the bloody water.

A window blows out somewhere above us with a very satisfying crash. “Xander?” Rose calls, voice betraying nothing. “On your line,” Xander says, too steady to be anything but moving. “Thirty seconds. Don’t die.” “Working on it,” she says, deadpan, and then a red-eye clips her shoulder and she sighs like she’s annoyed at a fly. Rose doesn’t waste anger, she banks it and then spends it like an exact change. Four men later and the bank is still full. I take three more on my own, blood turning slick under my palm, Dawn already knitting what she can around the knife’s bite, muttering about foolish and mate and small heartbeat, which makes me angrier and better at everything I’m doing.

He didn’t smile. He just moved to the window and peered out. Dawn was an angry smear of gray at the horizon. The rain had given us temporary reprieve; the mud would be worse. But we had more than shelter now—we had timing, and we had an edge: Xander had taken out a Black Fang staging camp. We weren’t walking into a welcoming committee.

As dawn broke over the horizon, the first light of day spilled into the glade where Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood, still pulsing with the lingering energy of the Moonflower. The soft glow of the flower contrasted sharply with the brightening sky, casting an ethereal light across their tired faces. The battle with Drax’s minions had left them breathless, but the victory felt monumental, a testament to their strength and unity. Yet, with the sun rising, a sense of urgency began to settle in. They had only a fleeting moment of peace before the storm would return.

Zander agreed, pulling a silver dagger from his belt and an empty vial from his pocket and looking at her expectantly. Shedding her leather jacket and rolling up the sleeve of her white top, she reluctantly held her wrist out in between them. Zander smiled, and dragged the dagger across her wrist. She winced, gritting her teeth as blood trickled down both sides of her wrist, allowing Zander to catch them in the vial. He wiped the dagger clean on the sleeve of his own shirt and placed it back in his belt, putting a lid back on the vial and holding it up proudly as though it were a trophy.

Slaughterhouse said as she turned her head searching for her attacker. Then a giant bolder emerges from the ground coated with white star energy. It slammed itself upon Slaughterhouse as she smashed through it. Then Daryl jumped up in the air, super charged his arms, and got ready to attack . " The Ominous dares!” Daryal said while slashing his on top of slaughterhouse . She projected a light blue overshadow around her body and was slammed to the ground. As Daryl feel to the ground, Rick flew from the side and grabbed him before he crashed down.